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Sunday, November 2, 2014

HALLOWEEN HITCHED AT RUNAWAY POND!

It is my distinct honor & pleasure to announce my marriage to Diane Lillian Church on October 31st at Runaway Pond in Glover, Vermont!

Yes, on Halloween.

Yes, at "Runaway Pond."

We could think of no better place -- at the site of what many consider Vermont's greatest (un)natural disaster -- to let loose our connubial bliss.

You may read all about the illustrious history of Runaway Pond, where a great man-made reshaping of the landscape and waterways took place in June of 1810.

Where better (and on the scariest day of the year) to form a marital partnership, than at a place where such a mighty upheaval occurred?

Perfect, said we.

We love us. We trust that you will, too.

Elwin & Diane
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Wedding of
Diane L. Church and B. Elwin Sherman

Oct 31, 2014

Runaway Pond
Park

Welcome!

My name is
Joan Alexander. I am one of the Justices of the Peace here in Glover, and I am
honored to officiate at this marriage of Diane and Elwin. How cool to have
chosen this wild, historic spot, the site of Runaway Pond, as the place for
your wedding.

What a
beautiful spot to choose, surrounded by hills and trees, in the dry bed of a
pond that was here until just a little over 200 years ago. The history of the
place makes it a very fitting place to start a marriage. In fact, the story of the Runaway Pond if
filled with tips for a newlywed couple.

Though this
is the first wedding ever to be held here (that we know of!), it is not the
first celebration. In 1810, about 60 men and boys gathered here on June
Training Day, a holiday some of the early settlers had brought with them from
New Hampshire. They had hatched a plan to use some of the water of this pond to
power the grist and saw mill just north of here—the Barton River was just a
trickle after a very dry summer the year before. If they dug a trench and
allowed just a little of the two billion of gallons of water in Long Pond water
to flow north, all would be well. The trail along the easterly ridge through
the wilderness to get here, at Long Pond
was known to some of the men—there was already a raft here for fishing—but many
from further away did not know the way, and they depended on the blasts of a
tin horn to find their way.

Tip #1: When obstacles
are presented, be resourceful, consider all options, and be creative. Don’t
feel like you have to tackle problems alone.
Don’t hesitate to call on 60 of your closest friends to help.

The boys had
fun fishing, and the men commenced the dig. By lunch time, they were done—they
had dug the channel to Mud Pond, just to the north over the bank, leaving just
a short piece between the north end of the lake and the beginning of the trench
intact, to be dug after kicking back and enjoying their lunch.

Tip #2: Even when tasks
surround you, stop and take time to appreciate each other, and the fellowship
of family and friends. Don’t forget to eat, drink and be merry!

After lunch,
it was back to work. The trench was completed, the water started flowing, and
the job was done. The men cheered and congratulated each other, and one man
hopped on a tree trunk that was flowing along with the new stream for a fun
ride.

Tip #3: Celebrate life
and your achievements! Never lose touch of the child in you.

But within
minutes, things started to go south—though in this case, it was north. The little
stream of water disappeared, and then started gushing out further below, not
just trickling out. The soil beneath the hardpan they had worked so hard with
their picks and shovels to dig out turned to quicksand when the Long Pond
waters reached it, and the whole bank was giving way. The diggers quickly
realized what was happening and the danger it meant. The Pond was giving way,
the stream was turning into a raging river, growing wider and wider as they watched
with horror and disbelief.

Tip #4: Don’t take
anything for granted. Even your best laid plans may go awry. Don’t be surprised
when life throws something new at you. Rise to the challenge!

They sprung
into action, hauled the log rider out of the rushing water in the nick of time by
the hair on this head, and quickly considered the consequences. The miller’s
wife, back at that mill—she would surely be swept to her death when all this
water reached her. The miller’s husband set off running, but the men knew he
would never make it. The men called him back, and started hollering for the
fastest runner to go. His name was Spencer Chamberlain, and the call went out: “Run,
Chamberlain, Run!”

Spencer
Chamberlain was a tall, muscular man of 24, known for his strength and speed (which
everyone attributed to the fact that he was part Indian.) He took off running along the waters toward
the mill, which was 5 miles north. He was able to get ahead of the rush when
the trees that the waters uprooted got tangled up and created dams between the
banks of the valleys and it took a while for the force of the water to break
through, or when the water spread out in the flat places. In his mad rush, he
lost his coat and hat. (Legend has it that he once to stopped at a home along
the ridge and wolfed down a pie, and that another time he stopped for a swig of
whiskey.) He reached the mill seconds before the water did, pulling the
miller’s wife to safety.

Tip #5: Be brave. Be
strong. Do not cower when dangers threaten. Do what you think you cannot do.
Protect each other. Never turn down a piece of pie.

By
nightfall, the waters had traveled in a torrent all the way to Lake
Memphremagog, 26 miles away. People hearing the thunderous noise of the waters
had thought it was the arrival of Judgment Day, and one preacher’s wife had
taken to her bed and pulled the covers up to await death. Along the way, one horse and some sheep had
been swept to their death, several mills had been wiped out, but, miraculously,
no people had been killed. The path the waters took had cleared a swath all the
way to Newport, littered here and there with piles of uprooted trees.

Even though
we always hear “What doesn’t kill you will make your stronger,” reports say
that Spencer Chamberlain, though he did live 40 more years, never did regain his level of strength again;
the run had permanently damaged his lungs.

Tip #6: Be careful.
What you say and do could be more powerful than you ever dreamed. Tread gently
with each other’s feelings.

Years went
by. The people of Glover came to think of the letting out of Long Pond not only
as the “Wonderful Casualty” it had first been called, but as an event that
brought some good things. The rushing waters had left behind lots of toppled
trees and dirt and filled the swampy lands between the Glover hills. People
thought the valley would now be a good place to live, and they moved down from
the hills; fourteen years later, Glover village had sprung up.

Tip #7: Look for the
silver lining. Grow from all the challenges you meet and rocky places you will
travel. May the forces of love and caring that have brought you together
sustain you in all the years to come and may your love endure. May the story of
your love last through the centuries just as this story of Runaway Pond has.

Now, let’s
leave the history of this place and make some new history! Diane and Elwin, you
have written your own vows that you will now speak to each other.

VOWS:

Today, in this special place where the landscape and waterways were long ago forever changed by Man, let us pledge to forever change our lives together. Let this day be the beginning of our new world.

It makes sense to us that a piece of paper declaring a union is not the power of our binding tie. That power lies in our bodies, our hearts, our minds, our souls.

Our definition of love will be the ‘perfection of differences.’ And we will perfect our differences, over and over again, through the rest of our lives together.

We will never intentionally hurt each other, and we will be sad when we unintentionally do so. We will guard our permanence and protect our union, our freedoms, our strengths and our vulnerabilities. We will take care of each other.

We are afflicted with love, and today we vow to cure this by living in the words of the poet: “The only remedy for love, is to love more.”

And … we will laugh. We will have rhythm. And music, lots of music. And when our days together are done, the one who still lives will rejoice in the love we lived, not bemoan the love lost.

Today, we pledge ourselves to be joined forever as best friends, as only lovers, as wife and husband.

SO RUN, CHAMBERLAIN, RUN!!!!

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By the
authority vested in me by the State of Vermont, I now pronounce you husband and
wife.

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